It's not like I wanted this to happen. I just wanted happiness in my self. The brusies are harsh the cuts are still there. Each prefect line in a different direction each one deeper than the next. All you can do is still there and watch and pray I don't go any deeper. Stitch won't happen just let me bleed let me die. There is no fight left. Each perfect cut is get worse. I cant remember when I was truly happy. I'm not the same girl I use to be. I'm no longer perfect grades perfect attendance perfect smile. I'm the opposite I'm the girl everyone laughs at the girl that wishes she was on top again. But it will never happen. I failed everyone even my self.
